Violet climbed onto the top bunk bed and sat cross-legged, she almost swallowed her gum.
"1, 2, 3" she sung in a soft octave, before racing out the door like a madman.
I shrugged it of and sighed, pulling out the magnolia chair in front of me. The seat was more comfortable then I had imagined,
"I could get used to this," I muttered under my breath with a grin.
Hang on... Violets back. She wanted to know what I’m doing presumably, I gave her the “not now” look and shooing her with my hands but she had no intention of moving. So I told her I was in the middle of creating a new writing genre, “What?” she questions me furrowing her eyebrows.
“Fuction,” I say and she almost spat out the take-out coffee she was drinking.
“Dai, I think you missed out an “n.”
“No Violet. It’s Fuction, functional fact fiction. Fuction.”
“Spelled f, u c,..” She dissolved into a puddle of laughter, her stomach shook as she fought a new gale of giggles.
She pulled her mouth to one side, like a lopsided pout and I can see her cogs turning as her eyes narrow just a bit as someone entered the room,
"You guys need to go get paired with your groups come on," a teachers raspy voice called from the other side of the dorm.
YOU ARE READING
Fate Collides
Romance❝The moment he snatched my gaze I knew I'd met the one that would change my life❞ - Two bright eyed college students meet on a fateful soiree. She was a clever and energetic geek. He was a modest, but humourous nerd. They both studied creative writi...
